Hand knives.

The girl was confused, slowly closed her eyes, until the last moment, looked in one direction, and whispered: "Father......"

The girl's figure resembles a kite with a broken string, falling from the sky.

Next to the body of the girl who had long been out of breath, there was a small red ball lying quietly, the surface was as shiny as the bright moon, and the red silk was lingering, like a living thing.

Liao Ming also lowered his arms and fell heavily on the ground, his eyes still closed, and he couldn't see any change in his expression.

Yang Yi looked at the man in front of him, frowning slightly, but did not speak.

The man only felt as if the tightly connected chain in his heart had been disconnected, and there was no longer that subtle connection that was broken.

The man stretched out his hand in the direction of the original blue pillar of light rising into the sky, his expression was in a trance, and he was unwilling to accept this reality for a while.

Then he knelt heavily on the ground, hiding his face and crying: "I should have borne this retribution, how could it be you?

It shouldn't be......

Yang Yi's figure swept past the man who was squatting on the ground to hide his face and weep, without stopping at all, and walked straight towards the entrance of the village.

As for the Luzhou little knifeman, judging from the current situation, it is estimated that he has long since turned into ashes in the sea of fire.

Sympathy, compassion, sadness?

Yang Yi smiled faintly, the previous dream once again confirmed that this world was just an imaginary world conceived by an old dog who wrote books, and these feelings were not worth mentioning in his eyes.

What he has to do now is to break the invisible shackles of the author's old dog on him, and it doesn't matter what method he does.

In one day, almost the entire Luzhou was boiling, all of which were shocking scenes that shocked the world before.

As the saying goes, insiders look at the doorway, and laymen look at the liveliness.

Some people in the rivers and lakes and people on the mountain were shocked by the majestic qi contained in it, and wanted to speculate on which master it was from with such a point, but to no avail.

If you put aside some obscure factors, there is really no one in the entire Luzhou who can have such a majestic grand master of qi, if it is a great master from other states, then they should also be able to judge who did it, but there is no result.

And those ordinary people in the market were a little confused, and couldn't explain what such an image was for a while.

Some local witches and other charlatans call it a lucky star that is rare in a thousand years, and if you look for a good sign now, your life will be safe.

As a result, the business exploded a lot in an instant, and even some people who didn't believe in these ethereal eccentrics on weekdays came to ask for a sign to keep them safe.

To each his own thoughts, to each his own thoughts.

Only the atmosphere in the imperial capital of the Su clan in Yueyang was a little dignified.

Heian City.

There is a person sitting alone on the high chair of the luxurious hall, holding one hand on the center of the eyebrows, kneading gently, and attaching the other hand to the armrest of the dragon chair, with ten fingers flicking.

Sometimes the breath is as smooth as flowing water, and sometimes it is heavy as a mountain.

The dragon's eyes opened slightly, and he said softly: "What do you think of this matter?"

Under the main hall, two people looked at each other, and neither of them took the lead to speak.

The Son of Heaven of the Su family put down his hand and looked far away, like a real dragon in the sky overlooking Sheji, and the power of the Son of Heaven made the two of them kneel on the ground at the same time, not daring to raise their heads.

One of them said loudly: "Judging from this kind of qi, this person should not have been registered in my Yueyang Jianghu genealogy, either a small force in Luzhou, or a person from other prefectures, but the saint doesn't have to worry, if we want to, even such a person will definitely not be able to escape the iron horse Zhengzheng." ”

The Heavenly Son of the Yueyang Su Clan twisted his fingers and said softly, "I don't want anyone to do whatever they want on our Yueyang territory. ”

One of them stood up, bowed slightly, and said, "Obey the order." ”

The Son of Heaven of the Su family stood up and walked, looking at it from afar, it was not a gorgeous palace, nor Luzhou Sheji, but the entire Kyushu world.

"Don't be sure that Luzhou was established in the wreckage of the rivers and lakes by my iron horsemen, then I want to see if those so-called mountain celebrities in Beasan who stand and talk without backache can block the sharp spears of my Dayue!"

The two people standing side by side were shocked in their hearts, the words of the Su Son of Heaven were very clear, they just wanted to complete the unification in the true sense!

Tightly grasping the territory of Luzhou can no longer satisfy the grand cause and ambition in the heart of the Su family's son of heaven.

It's just that one day half a year later, they, even the entire Luzhou and the entire Yueyang, would not have thought that the peaceful city of a city protector with the three major ceilings in the world would be attacked by one person, and tens of millions of iron horsemen would be as useless as ants.

"Little brother, are you going to Ping'an City, right? I tell you, the cake I sell at home is called a crisp, come and taste one, no crisp and no money!"

Yang Yi turned around and saw the stall owner greeting him with a smile, and walked to the front of the stall without thinking too much.

The stall boss happily handed Yang Yi the shortbread, but Yang Yi took a bite and turned around and left, the stall boss was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly stopped: "What's the matter with you kid?

Yang Yi glanced back and said, "It's not brittle." ”

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was wrong but he felt that it seemed to make sense.

I did say that I don't want money if it's not brittle, but is it really not brittle?

The stall owner picked up the shortbread he had just made and took a bite, it was quite crispy......

Wait, this kid is tricked!

When the stall owner realized it, Yang Yi's figure had already walked away, and he didn't even forget to throw his shortbread on the ground, which was simply an insult to his personality!

Just as he was about to roll up his sleeves and do a big job, someone suddenly chuckled and said, "Boss, have a cake." “

The boss looked back and saw a group of people.

Not to mention anything else, one of them is dressed as a child of a family, and he is definitely a rich man.

The man who spoke was a man wearing a turban, followed by a young boy.

Behind them was a thin monkey-like man with two large knives pinned to his waist, giving the impression of a mountain bandit.

The last person was wrapped in black.

looks like a man's heroic posture, but his perception tells the boss that this is indeed a girl's family.

Can such a group of people get together?

That's weird, isn't it?

It's worthy of going to Ping'an City, it's really different from them.

Xiao Hao took a shortbread, swallowed it and almost choked to death, the handsome man handed him a bag of water bladders before he got a lot better, patted his belly and sighed a little: "We have also followed all the way, that guy didn't eat a mouthful of anything and was so energetic, is he still a human?"

The thin monkey man with two knives glanced at Xiao Hao: "I haven't seen the world, which of those immortals flying around in the sky hasn't practiced Bigu, what's wrong with not eating for half a year?" You kid must know that that guy is an existence that has attracted the attention of people at the level of ancestors on the mountain, and we really can't compare." ”

The man in the turban handed the woman a shortbread and said with a smile: "Since he was able to escape from the hands of those immortals and even jump around, it means that the immortals of that level may have nothing to do with him, we only need to be responsible for following it, as for the latter, it will be handed over to those immortals who are in a hurry to invite merit, our lives are still more valuable." ”